Before Zhang Jingning could reply, his phone rang. He listened for two minutes, responding only with respectful affirmations. When he hung up, joy was instantly evident on his face. "A critical project of ours has finally been finalized!" he exclaimed. "It's all thanks to Miss Zhou and her influence. One call from her and it was settled. We must find an opportunity to thank her properly. If we can use this chance to foster a relationship with the Zhou family, our future will be secure."
Zhou Xiaoxuan, perhaps not foreseeing her husband's rapid change of tune, was taken aback. "If she asks me to do something," she stammered, "what am I supposed to do?"
Zhang Jingning brushed it off dismissively. "Just do whatever she asks."
Zhou Xiaoxuan asked, "Aren't you scared of offending the Third Young Master now?"
"Just be cautious," Zhang Jingning replied. "It's not like you're going to commit murder or arson yourself."
